Chapter 2: A Life-and-Death Duel Ten Days Later
Jun Wushuang?
Everyone was stunned; they never expected that the heavily injured and supposedly crippled Jun Wushuang would suddenly lash out and attack.
Jun Yanming, caught off guard, took a slap squarely to the face.
Before he could react, Jun Wushuang charged at him again.
Smack!
“Who gave you the audacity to speak to my father like that?”
With another slap, Jun Yanming’s teeth were knocked loose.
Smack!
“What are you, to threaten my father?!”
Jun Wushuang struck left and right, the sound of slaps echoing continuously.
Jun Yanming was battered until his head spun, stumbling and falling to the ground.
Blood streamed from his seven orifices, his face swollen like a pig’s head—he was a pitiful sight.
“How dare you!”
The Grand Elder’s eyes blazed with fury as he suddenly launched himself forward, throwing a punch at Jun Wushuang.
With his cultivation at the sixth level of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, this punch carried a terrifying force of six thousand pounds, enough to kill an elephant in an instant.
“Old fool, you think you have the right to insult my father?”
A wicked grin curled on Jun Wushuang’s lips, his right hand clenched into a fist.
“Bull Demon Mighty Fist!”
This was one of the five legendary fist techniques Jun Wushuang had mastered, renowned for its nine forms and unparalleled power, as if the Bull Demon himself had descended. Once perfected, it could shatter the void and smash the stars in the sky with a single blow.
Boom!
Jun Wushuang unleashed his punch, as if possessed by a towering Bull Demon. His fist suppressed mountains and rivers, its might unrivaled.
Thud!
Fists collided, and a dull, thunderous sound erupted, waves of energy rolling outward.
Jun Wushuang staggered back seven or eight meters, but the Grand Elder also retreated three or four steps.
Witnessing this, the crowd was shocked.
The Grand Elder was at the sixth level of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, while Jun Wushuang’s War Dragon King Physique had been destroyed—he was supposedly a cripple. Yet not only was he not instantly killed by the punch, he merely fell slightly behind.
How was this possible?
“Weren’t you crippled?”
The Grand Elder’s face was filled with disbelief.
He had personally examined Jun Wushuang and knew he was utterly ruined.
But now, Jun Wushuang had held his own against a punch from him—unbelievable.
“It’s none of your business!”
Jun Wushuang circulated the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art, restoring his aura and preparing to continue the fight.
“Grandfather, kill him! He dared to slap me—I want him torn to pieces!”
Jun Yanming recovered, roaring furiously, hatred burning in his heart.
“You wretch, I’ll kill you!”
The Grand Elder’s eyes flashed with cold light, and he attacked again, his powerful aura surging forth, intent on killing Jun Wushuang in public to avenge his grandson.
Boom!
Just then, an even stronger aura swept in, striking the Grand Elder fiercely.
Spurt!
The Grand Elder coughed blood and was sent flying, seriously wounded and defeated.
Jun Zhantian stood before Jun Wushuang, face contorted with rage.
“Old fool, you dare touch my son?”
“Even if I die from poison today, I will kill you!”
Jun Wushuang was Jun Zhantian’s reverse scale—whoever dared harm him, Jun Zhantian would risk his life.
The Grand Elder rose, coughing blood, his eyes wary.
Though Jun Zhantian was deeply poisoned, his strength remained formidable. If he fought with all his might, the Grand Elder had no confidence in surviving.
That was why he had only dared to pressure the family, not attack directly.
“Father, your son has been unfilial, causing you worry!”
Jun Wushuang’s heart was filled with guilt.
If not for him, his father would not have ended up in such a dire situation.
Now, Jun Wushuang would not allow his father to die for his sake.
His gaze shifted to the Grand Elder.
“Old fool, you want the position of heir? In that case, I’ll give you a chance.”
“In ten days, a duel to the death—no winner or loser, only life and death.”
“Do you dare accept?”
A duel to the death?
Jun Wushuang’s words stunned everyone.
But the Grand Elder’s eyes lit up, quickly grasping the opportunity.
“Jun Wushuang, do you mean it?”
Though Jun Wushuang was not completely crippled, he was only at the third level of the Body Refining Realm.
That punch earlier was only because the Grand Elder had been careless.
He believed that with his grandson’s ninth level Body Refining Realm and the Flame Python Spirit Body, defeating Jun Wushuang would be no problem.
Jun Zhantian still had fighting strength for now, so today’s attempt to seize power would likely fail. But in ten days, the poison would surely claim him.
By then, Jun Wushuang would lose and be killed, Jun Zhantian would be devastated, and with the poison’s onset, the Grand Elder’s strength would easily allow him to finish Jun Zhantian off.
He would claim both the positions of Patriarch and heir!
Ambition gleamed in the Grand Elder’s eyes.
“Of course I mean it!”
Jun Wushuang replied firmly.
With memories of his past life awakened and the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art in his arsenal, he was confident he could break through in ten days.
Defeating a mere Jun Yanming would be trivial.
Moreover, Jun Wushuang had another goal: the Flame Python Spirit Body that Jun Yanming possessed.
His Heaven-Devouring Demon Art used talents as medicine, devouring countless physiques.
He needed to consume special physiques to grow stronger, and Jun Yanming was the prime candidate.
“Jun Wushuang, you are too arrogant!”
Jun Yanming glared at Jun Wushuang, hatred burning in his eyes.
“Your War Dragon King Physique is destroyed, your strength reduced to the third level of Body Refining—how will you fight me?”
“You want to die? I’ll grant your wish. I accept the duel to the death. In ten days, I will personally kill you and ensure you won’t even have a corpse left!”
Today’s humiliation could only be washed away with Jun Wushuang’s blood.
“Good, then in ten days, the winner of the duel to the death will be the heir of the Jun family!”
The Grand Elder made the final declaration, preventing Jun Wushuang from regretting his decision.
Today’s attempt to seize power ended here. Though the heir’s position was not settled, both sides accepted the outcome.
Soon, the Grand Elder departed with Jun Yanming and his followers, leaving everything for ten days hence.
For now, the internal family crisis was resolved.
But everyone knew this was merely the calm before the storm. In ten days, the duel to the death between Jun Wushuang and Jun Yanming would ignite the crisis, regardless of who won or lost.
“Wushuang, what happened this time? Who destroyed your War Dragon King Physique?”
With everyone gone, only the three remained in the hall.
“Father, your son has been unfilial, deceived by villains this time!”
To his father, Jun Wushuang hid nothing and recounted everything.
“How could Miss Ji be so heartless!”
Lin Mengyao covered her mouth, shocked.
“What a Ji Qingchen, what a Ji Yuntian, what a Ji family—they truly wish to destroy us and the Jun family!”
Jun Zhantian’s eyes flashed coldly, rage boiling within.
“Father, don’t worry. Though my kingly physique is gone, I have had a fortunate encounter. Everything I lost, I will reclaim.”
“I can also cure the poison of the Serpent Scorpion Heart Devouring Pill.”
Jun Wushuang spoke with conviction. He was not only the Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor, but also a peerless alchemist standing atop the path of pills.
“I need to refine two pills: one Three Yang Spirit Pill to cure your poison, and one Jade Dew Spirit Pill to repair the wounds from my destroyed physique.”
Jun Wushuang quickly recalled the solution from his past life’s memories.
“Father, I need these medicinal herbs. Can you obtain them?”
He swiftly listed the herbs required.
“Our Jun family has most of these, but we lack one—Sun Spirit Grass. In Jiangning City, only the Treasure Pavilion might have it.”
Treasure Pavilion, the largest merchant guild in the Great Qian Dynasty, famed for its wares throughout the realm, with a branch in Jiangning City.
“I’ll go to Treasure Pavilion at once. Don’t worry, Father. Not only will I cure your poison, but in ten days, I will personally slay Jun Yanming.”
“Everyone who has humiliated us—I will make sure they die without a corpse!”
Jun Wushuang’s eyes surged with killing intent.
Anyone who stands in my way—dies!